All good things come to an end, they say, and so it was with my time on the Outer Hebrides. I couldn’t leave without one last post of photos, though.
One last look at the two glamping pods in North Galson. I recommend Hebridean Huts, their official name, if you’re looking for remote, yet comfortable, with the sense of being out in the wilds of the Western Isles.
Ah, the rough cliffs of the north side of Lewis, softened in Spring by the tiny flowers clinging to the cracks in the rocks.
Just another view: sky, hills, green, streams, and a pop of yellow.
Ponies on the beach, posing for my camera (yes, I asked if I could, and they were happy to oblige).
Up at 4AM my last day to drive to the ferry line-up departing Stornoway at 7AM sharp. No one on the road that early except me and a family of deer, with the buck staring me down from the roadside as I slowed to admire their beauty. And then the three of them stood still as statues as I left them in my rear-view mirror. Magical moment.
It was an overcast crossing, two and a half hours of grey skies but then the mainland slowly came into view.
And then Ullapool, the end of the ferry and the last of my Hebrides adventure is concluded.
When you leave a beautiful place, you carry it with you wherever you go.
Alexandra Stoddard
Why did I keep thinking the last photo would be a highland steer? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAx3wD_rv_U
What a grand adventure. Thank you for taking us along!
Writing about it is reliving the adventure, like a second vacation.